Post by Araxis on Feb 2, 2004 20:32:18 GMT -5
Longshanks grinned as the Mahandronis dropped to the ground, its spine severed. He started towards its prone form immdiately to finish it off when suddenly it stood up again, turning about with a look of supreme hate on its face, its spinal cord reconnecting with cybernetics, and the Orion stopped for a moment in confusion. Unfortunately, that gave the Relic time to fiddle with its gun arm; for a moment nothing happened as vapors rose off its quickly heating barrel, and soon after a white beam of . . . some form of deadly energy, Longshanks knew not what . . . was lancing in his direction out of the tip.
The Orion moved instinctively to get out of the way, then saw that if he did, Chii would be next in the line of fire. His grey eyes flashed, looking at Chii, then at the Mahandronis, which was being knocked over by the recoil of the blast, then back at the hapless girl again, all in an instant. His face twisted as a battle raged hot within him; if he did not step in front of the blast, it was likely that Chii would be stuck, but if he did, he would likely die, unable to take advantage of the Mahandronis' weakened state, and worse, never to see Mellira again.
Drawing his disruptor pistol, Longshanks curtailed his instincts and stopped his dive out of the way of the energy, stepping back full in front of it as he aimed the pistol at the Mahandronis' head. The instant before the energy slammed into his chest, Longshanks pulled the firing stud of his pistol, sending his own form of lethal energy directly at the prone Relic. Then the Mahandronis' shot hit the Orion, ripping apart his flesh in a wave of searing agony. A roar errupted from his throat, deep and filled with the power of his massive lungs, reverberating off the walls of the buildings in the area. As a red mist filled his eyes, Longshanks fell to his knees, falchion and pistol dropping from his nerveless grasp and clattering loudly to the asphault below. Still, the Orion maintained conscious though, fighting with every ounce of will he possessed to survive. He staggered to his feet, breathing ragged, swaying drunkenly in his pain. Managing to fall against the side of a nearby building, Longshanks held himself up with that; if he was going to die, then he would die well, would die proudly standing, proclaiming the majesty of his race . . .
"No! I will not . . . die! Not here . . . not now . . . not by this . . . this . . . abomination! Mellira . . . must see . . . Mellira . . ." Longshanks' breath was laborious, fighting for every breath he barely managed to get those words, meant to be a cry of defiance but barely managed as a hoarse whisper, out of his torn lungs. He staggered, managed to keep his feet only barely. Staring hard, he managed to see the others through the red mist swirling behind his eyes, and started slowly towards them. They could help him . . . they must help him . . . or he would surely die. Longshanks managed to head in the direction of Triunis, Chii, and the other man, his feet dragging heavily with the fatigue closing in on him.
The Orion moved instinctively to get out of the way, then saw that if he did, Chii would be next in the line of fire. His grey eyes flashed, looking at Chii, then at the Mahandronis, which was being knocked over by the recoil of the blast, then back at the hapless girl again, all in an instant. His face twisted as a battle raged hot within him; if he did not step in front of the blast, it was likely that Chii would be stuck, but if he did, he would likely die, unable to take advantage of the Mahandronis' weakened state, and worse, never to see Mellira again.
Drawing his disruptor pistol, Longshanks curtailed his instincts and stopped his dive out of the way of the energy, stepping back full in front of it as he aimed the pistol at the Mahandronis' head. The instant before the energy slammed into his chest, Longshanks pulled the firing stud of his pistol, sending his own form of lethal energy directly at the prone Relic. Then the Mahandronis' shot hit the Orion, ripping apart his flesh in a wave of searing agony. A roar errupted from his throat, deep and filled with the power of his massive lungs, reverberating off the walls of the buildings in the area. As a red mist filled his eyes, Longshanks fell to his knees, falchion and pistol dropping from his nerveless grasp and clattering loudly to the asphault below. Still, the Orion maintained conscious though, fighting with every ounce of will he possessed to survive. He staggered to his feet, breathing ragged, swaying drunkenly in his pain. Managing to fall against the side of a nearby building, Longshanks held himself up with that; if he was going to die, then he would die well, would die proudly standing, proclaiming the majesty of his race . . .
"No! I will not . . . die! Not here . . . not now . . . not by this . . . this . . . abomination! Mellira . . . must see . . . Mellira . . ." Longshanks' breath was laborious, fighting for every breath he barely managed to get those words, meant to be a cry of defiance but barely managed as a hoarse whisper, out of his torn lungs. He staggered, managed to keep his feet only barely. Staring hard, he managed to see the others through the red mist swirling behind his eyes, and started slowly towards them. They could help him . . . they must help him . . . or he would surely die. Longshanks managed to head in the direction of Triunis, Chii, and the other man, his feet dragging heavily with the fatigue closing in on him.